#First mudskips

[urgentkettle]

Anyway I wish squid weren't just in the ocean but could fly, I think that would be exciting! @bogleech

You take that back and wish no such evil upon us. It’s hard enough up here already.

The last few krakens and giant squids I saw in any media had entirely soft suckers like an octopus so now I'm wondering something. Giant squid generally have "tooth lined" suckers, and the colossal squid's two longer tentacles have suckers that evolved into full blown claws all over them.

[mudskip-drabbles]

*Old rich, British, Man voice* thank you, mudskip. I was very delighted by that soupmates fanfic. I was thinking, maybe, they could go on a nice date together, or play in the rain. Your service is greatly appreciated, mudskip.

or? OR?? how about BOTH!!

Separating the concept of dates as opposed to simple hang outs between friends had been a bit tough for Rick to grasp, Ben having said the difference was you 'couldn't kiss your friends' like you would on a date, which started an entire argument between all the Boys on how that was or wasn't true. Sometimes you could kiss your friends depending on the friend, which led into 'fine, dates are with someone you can bang!', in which the same thing was argued as before, that it all depended on the friend. In the end, it was, of course, Giovanni that finally helped every make sense, simply saying: "Dates are what you go on with me, duh." And that had been that.

Dates were for Rick Odi and Giovanni only (unless they ever decided to add another partner, but that was a whole separate conversation), and Odi wanted to experience one of these 'dates' as soon as possible, because:

"I will get to kiss you on this date!"

"You can kiss me literally any time, babe."

"Ah, that is right...Oh! I can 'bang' you on the date!"

"You can also do that whenever you want...I'm not saying I don't want those things by the way-" If he didn't get to kiss Odi on this date at least once, he'd die. He would just up and die from boyfriend withdrawals.

Though getting the answers he sought, now Odi was left with even more questions.

"If that is the case, what is the purpose of a 'date'?" How was it any different than every other day they spent together?

"Well, what's the purpose of a 'hangout'?" Odi didn't even need to think.

"To spend special time with friends!" He was grinning like a student who'd answered a question correctly in class.

"So, a date is just that, but with me!" And that was what put all the pieces together. It was simply special time set aside specifically for a partner, and that only made Odi want to go on one all the more.

"WE ARE GOING ON A DATE!!" Though it became clear rather quickly that Odi didn't actually have anything planned. Why would he? They could simply sit there in silence on the couch all night, and that would be a perfectly wonderful date to him. But no, Gio had said, they had to do something, it was part of the fun!

So, the did what they usually did when out and about, but this time it was a date: Lunch at the pizza place down the road, trying to win prizes at the arcade in the mall, getting kicked out of the arcade in the mall (it wasn't Giovanni's fault the claw machine was still so easy to bust into), and now they simply walked around town, hand in hand while they chattered about this and that.

It was the same as any other day, but it somehow felt all the more, knowing that this was time they had made specifically for each other. It wasn't their first 'date' by definition of one, but it was the first one they'd called a date, it leaving Odi bubbly and warm as he watched Giovanni skip stones over the still surface the pond at the park across the street from their apartment building.

It was just after Odi had finally managed to skip a stone more than just a plunk when the skies opened up, elation flipping to fear just as quickly as the sun had to rain.

"I HAVE ANGERED THE POND GODS!" Was it all the failed skips? Were they not watching when he had finally made it?! Why were they punishing him if he succeeded??

For as much as Odi thought he'd somehow ruined their date, Giovanni only saw it as another bit of fun to be had. Grabbing Odi's hand with a laugh of how it was "just rain babe", he'd pulled him away from the pond and the cover of the tree line around it into the downpour so heavy they could not longer see their building.

Odi had been confused at first, there was no rain underwater after all, and it had yet to storm since he'd come to the surface, as far as he knew, at least. This was new, and apparently not a punishment for his poor skipping skills, so that made it fun!

While everyone else at the park had headed back to their cars or homes, they had stayed under the sheet of rain, splashing and frolicking and dancing about like a pair of fools who didn't give a single shit about what anyone watching might think. They were having fun, and no one could ruin that.

Well, except for Molly as she stepped off the school bus, but that was less out of judgment and more so concern that they would get sick. That didn't stop them from dragging her into their fun though, the little cub never really having time to just play in the rain before. She'd always been worried about getting sick, because getting sick meant she couldn't work as hard, but spinning around with Gio and Odi holding her hands, the three laughing like idiots that only came on harder after they'd slipped into the mud, it didn't matter anymore.

Not even later on when Odi was excitedly relaying his and Gio's date, only for her to interrupt with a series of sneezes. If she was sick, they'd take care of her, she knew, even if they had started sneezing just as much soon after.

[bathtub-frog]

Pokemon Emerald was my first pokemon game so I am VERY excited to have these stickers in my shop finally! You got all the gang, torchy, treeky and mudskip! Yep, those are their names!

[gershwes-project-archive]

On the creation of the Kindred

In the creation myths of the world, the world was originally a chaotic place and the first Spirits manifested mostly by chance. These primordial spirits created bodies for themselves, which went on to become the basis of land, sea, and sky. Their veins went on to become the ley lines, their blood is the world’s magic, their breath is life. Their hair is the clouds and their bones are the mountains. Their biles are the rivers and their dreams are the ocean. Their flesh is the soft loam and their eyes are the sun and moon. The primordial ones are not alive yet not dead, they are something else. They exist without need of such arbitrary distinction. Most Kindred generally adhere to some version of this, with minor variations.

In the creation myths of the Kindred, it is said that the Kindred were born during the Age of Gods, when Great Spirits walked the earth just as mortals do today. It is said that Kasalikapasekilarinanaqisalok (otherwise known as “Rina Naqi’la,” “Writer of Light”) was endlessly curious and fascinated by the world around them. As they gazed upon the creatures of the Black Ridge, they wondered how these creatures saw their world. Were they as curious as themself? How could they become moreso?

And so, Rina Naqi’la gave the creatures many gifts, gifts of language and sociality and curiosity, and eventually, the creatures began to ask Rina Naqi’la for other things, for dexterous hands with which to manipulate the world around them, keen ears with which to hear more stories of the world around them, and keen eyes with which to see through all secrects of the world around them. Rina Naqi’la gave all freely, and thus were born the Imps. Quickly, Rina Naqi’la’s clever creations went about forming societies and honoring their god through their studies. They even grasped the use of magic, and incorporated it into their lives. The other Great Spirits looked upon Rina Naqi’la living happily with their creations and felt burning envy. The animals that roamed their lands did not speak and give praise as the Imps could. Some, in their jealosly, even plotted to steal Rina Naqi’la’s Imps off to their own lands. Fearing discord would soon sow itself among their comapnions, the clever Ishin-bol-gan (a trickster god who sometimes selflessly aids travelers and gamblers) proposed a game: each Great Spirit must choose one creature of their domain and raise it properly into a new Kindred, for each that you raised properly, reaching the level of Rina Naqi’la’s Imps, you would recieve all of their praise and offerings. However, if you were to abandon your project halfway, or right after they were raised, this Ishin-bol-gan would come and steal all of your praise and ensure you could never make miracles again! This made many Great Spirits quite upset with Ishin-bol-gan, but not only Rina Naqi’la, but Yelassera and Gerrush’n quietly supported them. Thus, the various Great Spirits were spurred to buckle down and create their own Kindred. Tolos-Gokken raised the boarkin* in the northwest Yelassera raised the deerkin in the north Palo-ashao raised the canikin in the center-east Wennaba-houl raised the taurkin in the center-west … At last, there was only Elahimeri of the south. Elahimeri wished to participate as well, and share in the joy of creation and fostering growth, but she could not. Her domain was the water’s surface, the tidepools, the in-between places of land, sea, and sky. She had not the swift deer and strong boars of the land-bound Spirits, nor the mighty sailfish and clever octopi of her ocean-bound kin. She tried to craft something like the boarkin and imps from her seastars and urchins, but she could not seem to succeed. Just as she was about to despair at her work, Rina Naqi’la alighted upon her domain. He saw her dedication, her pure desire to love and nurture something of her own, and offered his aid. Together, they choose a humble diving bird (in some versions, a mudskip) and crafted it into a new Kind, the “fisherkin” of the coast.

*note that there exist other, native names for the various Kindred. However, for the sake of consistency within this translation, these names have been localized to some form of "–kin." The one exception is the imps. Being the eldest of the Kindred, what animal they were originally raised from has been lost to time.

[idolsummons]

One benefit to being an all powerful demon, a monster not of this wretched plane of torment and mortal coil, was that Gundham was immune to every human illness that had ever been discovered, and even some that hadn't. He could remain well while the mortals around him suffered and fell to many ailments of the body throughout time though he would never admit how painful it always was to watch, for all his powers he could do nothing except ease the suffering humans so often felt. Comfort for the living, mercy for the dying, never once had he felt the vile grasp of even the most common of colds.

Or at least that had been the case up until he had become closer with a certain small group of humans. In all his years, he had never let himself become as close with anyone as he had with those he had met in this lifetime. The thought of his companions dying while he lived on had been a reality all too painful to bear in his life. That had somehow changed with the introduction of Sonia, Kazuichi and Hana, the three having wormed their way into his life with no signs of letting go, not even in death if Gundham had a say, and he would when the time came. He had a plan of course, but for now he was content to live out his human's lives with them in peace until the need for...intervention with death itself became necessary...

One thing about becoming close with humans like he never had before, was that Gundham was learning all kinds of things. The most recent being that human immune systems could change, adapt to their surroundings and share commonality with those they spent the most time with, and demons, as it turned out, were not exempt from this.

It was just a cold, or so Kazuichi and Sonia had said, the pair having already suffered from the illness a few weeks prior, something that Gundham had aided them through with the assumption that he would be spared from such a plague to his own mortal form. He had been wrong, much to his dismay, this simple cold feeling like death itself to a being who had never experienced such a thing before. Death, or a form of it at least, he was familiar with feeling, but this? This was a hell worse than hell itself.

Though he felt rather pathetic where he lay curled up in Hana's bed, his more demonic traits being hidden under a blanket as his powers seemed to slip away with each sneeze and cough that wracked his body, Gundham could do nothing but whine and moan at this new pain he was forced to feel. "This...is a curse...a....a plague unlike-" A sneeze, followed by another round of coughing. "Unlike any throughout history..."

i've been there my guy ･ﾟ✫ @mudskip-muses

Hana sighed as she re-entered the room. So over-dramatic. Was this a case of a man flu or a demon who was unfamiliar with the follies of the human race? In that split second, she decided it was both. 'It's just a cold.' Hana's words were slightly muffled by the mask she wore to cover her mouth and nose. She couldn't rightly ask Gundham to reach for one every time she wanted to enter the room, and she wouldn't bother with protecting herself were it not for a show she had the weekend coming up. Hana could soldier through being sick if she had to - it wouldn't be the first time she'd performed while dying on the inside - but she'd really rather not. 'I made you some soup.' Hana placed the tray on the bedside table beside him. 'When I was a kid, my mum'd make chicken soup whenever me or my sister were too sick to go to school. This is just vegetable soup. I wouldn't prepare meat even if I thought you would eat it, and this'll be good for you either way.' She sat at the far end of the bed. The fact she was sticking around was a miracle in itself. 'A cold isn't the end of the world, y'know. Your body will, like, do its thing to get rid of the virus and you'll feel even better than you did before it, trust me.'

[canon-fcdder]

mudskip-muses​:

Open RP - Scout

At first, Teddy was thrilled he was able to survive a whole match without going through respawn even once. He was just too fast, no one could catch him. Not the Heavy’s minigun, or Pyro’s flames, or even Soldier and Demo’s explosives. He had managed to dodge death every time. He had finished that match with high spirits and a dull ringing in his ears from the explosions going off so close to him the whole time, but he didn’t think anything of it, it happened sometimes after a match. It was nothing.

One match became two, then three. There was nothing more thrilling than outrunning a rocket, having it hit the ground beside him as he ran away hooting and hollering. The Soldier was on his heels the whole match, probably looking for some payback for making him look like he was standing still each round the last few days. All through the match, explosion after explosion followed Teddy around the battlefield. He hadn’t even noticed how loud his ears begin to ring over the noise, and by the time he did, it was too late.

He sat in the med bay now, staring down at the small devices the Medic had handed him just a short time ago before stepping out to attended to other business. The doctor had to write down everything he wished to say to the Scout, the report sitting balled up beside Teddy on the bed as he glowered down at the small pieces of plastic sitting in his palm. Hearing aids. He would have to wear them until his inner ears healed, if it ever did. It was too late for respawn to fix it, the damage already set in from that first day with no deaths, only to be made worse with each time he had survived after.

He wanted to yell, scream, throw cusses into the wind, but he knew it would only make him more upset from how dull it would sound to his ears. He resorted to glaring down at the hearing aids, refusing to put them in until he had to. He was left oblivious as the door to the medbay opened and footsteps entered the room, the scout looking so very defeated where he sat on an exam table.

「 ☆ 」   It’s unclear why Pyro had to come to the medbay... and not simply because their suit often hides their injuries from view. Medical help is not something they easily accept; a few painful encounters providing more than enough fuel— no pun intended —to the fire of their unease. While Pyro has never been one to hold blame for personal pain against others, they have also never been one to accept it without a lot of kicking and screaming beforehand. Since they were a child they’ve ran from harm... Pyro could never escape it, but they still ran. As best they could, each and every time. Honestly, they’ve never stopped running.

The goggles on their face prove that much.

Even when battered beyond belief, it’s rare to see them enter medbay with as much purpose as they do right now. Finishing the job and putting their trust in the respawn is far less of a hassle, for everyone. However, the reason for their visit is soon made known by the purposeful roam of Pyro’s gaze. Curious eyes scanning the area before they catch sight of Teddy. Having noticed the other coming in for treatment, concern had caused them to scamper over. Waiting until they noticed Medic leave the area before they poked their head in to see what had happened.

Teddy’s sullen demeanor is more than enough reason to enter the private scene. Taking careful steps inside, Pyro closes the door quietly behind them so it won’t draw attention from anyone else. Moving in short bursts, like a cautious creature, their gaze wanders to the small devices in the others hands. Eyes narrow as they study them for a moment, Pyro emitting an inquisitive hum. Odd... Very odd indeed. Pyro doesn’t stop their approach until they’re plopping themself down onto the examination table right beside Teddy with no warning.

Head cocked, the blank expression of their mask somehow manages to look curious rather than empty. Pointing at the hearing aids, Pyro’s words would be near-useless even with perfect hearing, mask muffling them,  ❝  Those are supposed to go in your ears.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

✩  「   @home-plate-muses​​   」   ✩ 

[hellpark]

KENNY: Oh god...

KENNY: Ohhh shit-- pick up the damn phone for chrissake-- 

TOKEN: Kenny...?

TOKEN: You alright?

KENNY: No I ain’t alright!

KENNY: Karen hung up on me!

TOKEN: Oh...

TOKEN: Does that mean you’re done with my phone, then?

KENNY: N-no, no I gotta try n’ call her again.

KENNY: Just.

KENNY: Just gimmie a sec, she’s gotta pick up...

TOKEN: Right... take your time, dude..

KENNY: There’s no time to take!

KENNY: She hung up right after she said some damn stranger was in the house!

TOKEN: Oh, jeez...

KENNY: God dammit, I think she turned her phone off...!

KENNY: Oh god oh god, what the hell am I gonna do thirty fucking miles out of town?!

TOKEN: It’ll be okay Kenny, I’m sure--

KENNY: No, it’s not gonna be okay! 

KENNY: Who knows who or what is in that house with her, look at where we are right now!

CRAIG: Hey.

CRAIG: Do you guys wanna shut up, maybe?

CRAIG: You’re distracting me from my shit.

TOKEN: Oh, sorry Craig...

TOKEN: Kenny’s having some issues with Karen, I think.

CRAIG: Uhuh...

CRAIG: I don’t care.

CRAIG: [grumble grumble]

CRAIG: (Can’t even browse tumblr without someone getting hay shoved up their ass right in front of me...)

CRAIG: (Why are either of them even still awake.)

CRAIG: (Why do I have to be cooped up in a stupid barn with all these people right now...)

CRAIG: (Why is--)

CRAIG: 

CRAIG: Whhhh...

CRAIG: W--

CRAIG: That’s m--

CRAIG: That’s my blog.

CRAIG: This is on my blog.

CRAIG: Th--

CRAIG: ...

CRAIG: WHAT IS THIS SHIT DOING ON MY BLOG???

CRAIG: I--

KENNY: Craig???

KENNY: What’s the matter, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you yell so loud in your life!

STAN: Yeah, shut the hell up over there, some of us are trying to sleep.

CRAIG: ...Y... you shut up...!

CRAIG: Fuck your sleep, I have a problem!

STAN: Yeah, I know, we kind of got teleported here by a freaking demon, dude.

STAN: We’ve all got problems right now, you’re not special.

CRAIG: I’ll kick your ass!

STAN: Go ahead, it’s already facing right towards you.

STAN: I’ll even wiggle it a little to make it a moving target, if you wanna make a game out of it.

CRAIG: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

TOKEN: Jesus, dude, what’s wrong?

CRAIG: Besides Stan Marsh being as stupid as ever?!

KENNY: We mean what the hell made you yell so loud, dude???

CRAIG: Oh, I’ll tell you!

CRAIG: This guy is posting shitty selfies of himself on my blog!

CRAIG: MY blog, and he has the audacity to post them with--

CRAIG: W-with...

CRAIG: With him sitting right next to him like it’s nothing!

CRAIG: There’s a circus in my house and I’ll bet you money it was that stupid Tweek demon guy who led us all away so they could party it up in my room!

CRAIG: We should have never let that stupid goat take us all the way out here.

CRAIG: Now they’re all fiddling with my shit and probably having a laugh about it, look at him in this picture!

CRAIG: Look at who’s in the fucking picture with him!!!

KENNY: OH GOD...

CRAIG: Oh god is right!

CRAIG: They’re messing with all my shit!!!

CRAIG: I’m freaking the hell out!

CRAIG: I’m so fucking close to kiCKING STAN’S STUPID ASS STOP SHAKING YOUR BUTT AROUND YOU FUCKING DELIRIATE.

STAN: maybe shut up first lol

KENNY: OH MY GOD, KAREN!

KENNY: SHE SAID SHE WAS HANGING OUT WITH YOUR SISTER IN YOUR HOUSE, CRAIG.

KENNY: SHE HUNG UP AND WON’T ANSWER MY CALLS!

TOKEN: They tried to chuck us all off the side of a bridge, who knows what they could be doing right now?!

CRAIG: TOUCHING MY SHIT IS WHAT THEY’RE DOING!!!

CRAIG: Touching my shit, putting pictures of themselves and Thomas’s corpse sitting in my bedroom!

TOKEN: Craig, I think this is a little more important than them touching your computer!

TOKEN: They could have hurt your guys’ sisters!

CRAIG: BUT LOOK AT WHAT HE POSTED ON MY BLOG!!!!!

KENNY: Craig, I know it’s probably goddamn traumatizing to see that shit right now!!!

KENNY: I know it’s hard for you to grasp this sorta thing during a meltdown.

KENNY: I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time with all of this crap, but there’s people actually in danger in your house right now, man!

CRAIG: Don’t tell me I’m having a meltdown!

TOKEN: Oh my god, okay--

TOKEN: Kenny, let’s just pull ourselves away for a minute here.

CRAIG: Don’t turn your backs on me like that!!!

TOKEN: Just ignore Craig for a second.

TOKEN: There’s demons in Craig’s house, Karen and Craig’s sister are in Craig’s house-- what do you think should be done?

TOKEN: What can we possibly do from here?

KENNY: I ain’t got a damn clue!

KENNY: We gotta get someone over there to help them out!

TOKEN: Okay, well maybe that isn’t such a good idea?

TOKEN: We’ve seen what they can do, right?

TOKEN: Is it smart to drag someone else into this?

KENNY: Token, you don’t have a freakin’ sister, you don’t know what this is like.

TOKEN: Okay. You’re right.

TOKEN: But I don’t know if--

KENNY: Wait.

TOKEN: What is it, man?

KENNY: I know exactly who to call.

KENNY: Ain’t no way he’s tangled all up in this mess yet, neither.

KENNY: Won’t gonna get his ass whooped neither.

TOKEN: Okay, well who’s that?

KENNY: My boyfriend.

DOGPOO: snrrk nsnzznnzzzzzzzzzzz...,.

[ ♫ I’M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WORLD ♫ ]

[ ♫ LIFE IN PLASTIC, IT’S FANTASTIC ♫ ]

DOGPOO: fhnfnhmmghfghg

DOGPOO: [yawn]

DOGPOO: An unknown caller disrupting my sleep, now...?

DOGPOO: Just who on earth could be calling me at this devilish hour of the night...?

DOGPOO: Mmhhello--

KENNY: Hushpuppy stain in the rug, we got some demon huntin’ to do!

KENNY: Grab yer damn shooter n’ get ready to pump lead!!!

DOGPOO: KENNY???

KENNY: Damn right!

DOGPOO: DEMON HUNTING?

DOGPOO: Y’AIN’T PULLIN ME, ARE YOU NOW?

KENNY: Hell no, I ain’t whistlin’ no dixie over here, I’m a gallon o’ gas aways from town and the fuckin’ devil’s stampin’ his hooves in town!

KENNY: Get your red ryder and get ready to shoot some damn eyes out!

DOGPOO: You sound oh so serious, I hardly recognize the tone, honeypot!

DOGPOO: Your words shot me wide awake quicker than the smell of pie in the morning, I just can’t resist a shootin’ with you!

KENNY: I’m serious!

KENNY: I’m cooped up in a barn outta town, and there’s demons runnin’ amok with my damn sister out there!

KENNY: She’s up in a heap of danger and I ain’t got nobody in the world I’d trust more than you to keep her safe right now.

KENNY: Never been more serious in my life, ragamuffin.

DOGPOO: Oh.

DOGPOO: Karen’s caught in the throes of the devil, is she now?

DOGPOO: Seems we really ain’t playing rockahorse.

KENNY: I don’t joke around when it comes to who I love, don’t go reckonin’ I’d do it to you.

DOGPOO: I see.

DOGPOO: Well then, I’d be duller than the heel of my boot if I didn’t think I could do something about that, wouldn’t I?

DOGPOO: A demon or two doesn’t quite sound like nothin’ a shell can’t handle.

KENNY: Dogpoo, these are serious folks you’re gonna be ditzin’ around with.

KENNY: Damn near chucked me n’ my friends off a bridge a couple hours back.

DOGPOO: I still don’t see the issue here, darlin’.

DOGPOO: You might have death’s hand hovering your shoulder, but one look at me and they’ll be wishing they were busy chopping onions instead.

DOGPOO: I’ll get your sister out of the slick, just you wait.

KENNY: Alright. I trust you, mudskip.

KENNY: You’re the rankest varmint this side of Colorado, if anybody’s gonna get them runnin’, it’s you.

DOGPOO: A threat is nothing more than a man who’s pride is in his hands, not his skin.

KENNY: You really grabbin’ your shotty, yeah?

DOGPOO: Would you expect anything less after you’ve excited me so?

DOGPOO: I’ve got an itchy finger just beggin’ for a trigger to pull now.

KENNY: Okay, good. 

KENNY: But keep them earholes wide for me, water nugget.

KENNY: You gotta be real damn careful.

DOGPOO: I believe we’ve been over this already, Kenny.

DOGPOO: Am I to understand you’re doubting my abilities here?

KENNY: Not at all.

KENNY: These people ain’t just strangers, though.

KENNY: Well, most of them, anyhoo.

KENNY: You will know one of them, for sure.

KENNY: I ain’t got a clue on how many of them are there, but they’re all stuck up in Tucker’s house.

KENNY: Stick your barrel in the nose of any horned bastard you so damn please, but for the love of all mighty...

KENNY: Don’t let that poor bastard Thomas stick around them.

DOGPOO: You’ll need to be more specific than that, sweetie pie.

DOGPOO: There’s a few Thomas’ in this town that come to mind off of the top of my head.

KENNY: Look, I ain’t gonna dilly dally here-- you’ll know what I mean if you see ‘em. 

DOGPOO: Alright, so your shopping list here’s one Karen, one Thomas, and a face o’ lead for a demon or two, huh?

KENNY: Craig’s sister’s there with Karen.

DOGPOO: Only logical, considering what residence I’m being pointed off to.

KENNY: I don’t care what’s done.

KENNY: Just get those kids outta there.

DOGPOO: Anything for you, sunshine.

DOGPOO: Ain’t a day where you can’t count on me.

KENNY: I know.

KENNY: I love you.

DOGPOO: Love you too.

DOGPOO: Well, I suppose there isn’t anything like a two AM witch hunt...

DOGPOO: Oh, poor Kenny... whatever have you gotten yourself into this time.

[strelles-universe]

The Cats of RiverClan: Goldenfin

Name: Goldenfin

Meaning: Gold Furred and a Good Swimmer

Identity: Cisgender Molly - She/Her

Orientation: Bisexual - Molly Leaning

Rank: Craftscat

Former Rank(s): N/A

A long furred shimmery, golden classic tabby molly with a black nose, black pads and dark pink inner ears. Goldenfin has four white boots on her paws and her whiskers are long. On her front paws, Goldenfin has an extra toe that she uses for tasks that are harder to do with lesser toes.

Goldenfin was always the calm clouds to her brother’s rambunctious thunder. She took it upon herself to ensure that her little brother was always taken care up, even if he always groaned and complained when she called him her “little” brother. She was always more perceptive of what the adults were talking about and when she realized a famine was in the area, she would always feed Pheasanttail first and ensure he had the warmest part of their nest. 

Otterfrond was a good mentor who encouraged this behavior telling her that the Souls honor her and her care for her brother. Goldenfin took to weaving easily after the initial struggle of learning. She liked weaving dens the most, enjoying both the scale of the task and it’s involvement. Goldenfin is sometimes seen weaving branches with kits to introduce them to the concept and encourage any potential craftcats to come forward.

Puddleeye spent a lot of time hovering around her and Goldenfin knew what her deal was even before Puddleeye did. She flirted freely with the molly taking pleasure in her shyness and kit-like excitement whenever Goldenfin sat close to her. It was worth the cuff to her ear she received for informing Puddleeye that she couldn’t believe it took her four moons of flirting for her to catch a hint. She approached her brother to sire their kits and was delighted when Puddleeye gave birth to their wonderful kits.

Goldenfin was openly hostile to Foamfoot once the details of Pheasanttail’s accident came to light. She was furious with Hailstar for stating that while the incident was terrible, it was indeed an accident and so he wouldn’t be hostile. She was even more upset when Pheasanttail forgave him. A bit of guilt prickles at her heart every time she remembers that Foamfoot vanished and was likely because of her hostility to him be soothes herself saying that he deserved her anger for what he did to her brother.

Mentor(s): Otterfrond

Apprentice(s): Rushthroat

Parents: Cardinalglare (mother/deceased), Sunflower (sire/deceased), Mudskip (mother/deceased)

Sibling(s): Pheasanttail (brother)

Mate(s): Puddleeye

Kit(s): Goldpaw (daughter), Amberpaw (daughter), Shinepaw (son)